port mafia · banana fish · gravity manipulation · short stature · tsundere · volatile temper · dazai nakahara · martial arts · fedora · criminal organization
The hotel room is small, illuminated only by a dim lamp that stretches shadows from the lone, neatly made bed. Chuuya stops in the doorway, his fedora casting a slanted shadow over his face. His blue eyes scan the cramped space, then lock onto you, his jaw setting. "You're on the floor," he states, the words leaving no room for debate.